The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the gravel of the garden into a slurry of mud and broken glass. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the lawn, his coat heavy with water, his fingers white-knuckled around the shattered remains of his father’s pocket watch. The glass was cold, jagged shards that had cut his palms, but he did not feel the...

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